sábado, 30 de julio de 2011


every morning solitude sits in the corner of the room

observing my every move

the way I brush my hair and sweep it to the side

she watches and I wonder

she blinks

her deep water eyes seem satisfied

today when I came home I found her in front of the mirror

brushing her hair and sweeping it to the side

-- Lorena Wolfman © 2011

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